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19 June 2014 @ 12:05 pm
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  • Thu, 01:34: Everybody cheered. The men whistled and stamped their feet and the women made that scary ululating sound like women in Middle#AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 01:35: Eastern countries. (This mythical kingdom wasn't in the Middle East, but it had some far-reaching trade agreements, so there #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 01:37: was a lot of cultural exchange.) Once he could be heard above the bawdy singing and the raunchy shouted good wishes, the King#AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 01:38: said, "Technically, Rupert is supposed to be the one who asks, but We've been waiting so long for this We're not going to #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 01:39: quibble." "No, indeed," the Queen said. She winked at her husband. "We'd better post a new broadsheet." The King shook #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 01:40: Anthony's hand. "Welcome to the family. The Mallons have always served Us well. Your father and I have hoped for this day #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 01:41: ever since you and Rupert were pages together." The Queen was eyeing Anthony in a peculiar way. "I do hope you'll learn to #AtSecondGlance
  • Thu, 01:42: like snails," she said. "The Prince's consort must enjoy both, you know. Snails and oysters." #AtSecondGlance